《Silent Blade ( A Supernatural fanfiction)》


 The Night Of His Birth

    April 12, 1985


    Rain lashed the old farmhouse on the edge of Lawrence, Kansas, a storm so fierce it rattled the salt.


    The air inside the Voss family''s creaky kitchen was thick with heat and tension, the woodstove roared while Mara Voss gripped the edges of a worn mattress, her breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts.


    Her dark hair stuck to her forehead, and her knuckles turned white around the iron bedframe


    A single lantern flickered on the table, casting rough shadows on peeling walls.


    Outside, thunder rolled as if warning the world of something, shaking the salt along the windowsills.


    Daniel Voss stood by the stove, stirring a pot of boiling water with a wooden spoon. His scarred hands trembled, even though his broad shoulders looked strong.


    His old hunting knife, worn from years of fighting vampires, lay nearby, catching a faint light.


    He looked at Mara and said in a gruff voice. "Hold on, Mara. You''re tougher than this damn weather," he said, though his hazel eyes betrayed a flicker of worry.


    Mara shot him a glare, her voice a low growl between gasps. "Shut it, Daniel. You try pushing this kid out. I''ll trade with you right now." She winced, clutching the bedframe harder as another contraction hit.


    "Goddamn it, where''s that towel?"


    Daniel dropped the spoon, grabbed a faded rag from the counter and hurried to her side.


    "Right here, right here. Don''t bite my head off." He knelt beside her, wiping her brow with a gentleness that didn''t match his rough hands. "You''re doing fine. Almost there."


    "Fine?" Mara huffed, half-laughing, half-snarling through the pain. "Tell that to this little bastard kicking me apart."


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    Her words cut off with a sharp cry as she pushed forward with determination.


    Daniel tightened his grip on her hand, his voice softening despite the edge. "Come on, Mara. You''ve faced down werewolves meaner than this. You got this."


    The storm seemed to pause as Mara gave one final strong push.


    At 11:47 p.m., a piercing cry resounded in the room¡ªa sound louder than thunder himself.


    Daniel quickly grabbed his knife and cut the cord with a steady slice, his hands now shaking for a new reason.


    Mara slumped back, her chest heaving, as Daniel wrapped the newborn in the towel, careful despite his clumsy movements.


    "Here he is," Daniel said in his thick voice, holding the squirming baby up to the lantern light.


    "Elias. Hell of a name for a hell of a night." Mara reached out with trembling arms and pulled the baby close.


    Her sharp eyes softened as she looked at his tiny face with dark hair, a scrunched nose, and deep wide eyes that stared at her with an eerie calm.


    "Look at you," she whispered, brushing a finger along his cheek. "Tough little thing, aren''t you?"


    Daniel leaned in, peering over her shoulder, a rare grin on weathered face. "Got lungs on him, that''s for sure. Sounds like he''s already mad at the world."


    He offered his finger, and Elias''s tiny fist closed around it, surprisingly strong for a newborn baby.


    "Sizing me up already, huh, kid?" Mara chuckled weakly and she held him tighter. "He''s a Voss, alright. Born ready to fight."


    Though her eyes lingered on his too-knowing gaze, and a flicker of unease brushed her tired mind.


    She shook it off, exhaustion winning out, and started humming¡ªa rough, hunter''s lullaby about silver and blood, her voice cracking but steady.


    Hush, my darling, the night won''t bite,


    Iron and fire hold back the fright.


    Silver and blood, through shadows we roam,


    Dream in my arms, and you''re never alone.


    Daniel stood up, wiped his hands on his jeans and glanced out the window.


    The storm was easing, rain was slowing to a drizzle, though a stray gust had shifted the salt on the windowsill.


    "Weather''s calming down," he muttered, stepping over to redraw it with a pinch from the bag on the table. "No sense in taking chances."


    "Leave it," Mara said, her tone soft but firm, her eyes still on Elias. "He''s here now. That''s what matters."


    Daniel hesitated, then nodded, dropping back beside her. "Yeah. He''s here."


    He rested a hand on her shoulder, the weight of it grounding them both as Elias''s cries faded to quiet whimpers, his small chest rising and falling with Mara''s heartbeat.


    They did not know that the soul inside their son was not new.


    Elias had once been a 28-year-old man from Earth, lost in a car crash.


    His memories of headlights and twisted metal were locked away deep in his infant mind.


    For now, he was just their baby. A baby born in a storm and held in a hunter''s arms.


    But that secret spark, the power to take strength from those he killed, lay hidden inside him, waiting.

 Light in the Dark (Late 1985)

    Mara Voss sat at the table, her wiry frame hunched over a pile of bullets, sorting them with practiced hands; silver for werewolves, iron for spirits, salt-packed for demons.


    Elias, six months old, nestled in a sling against her chest, his dark hair a soft tuft peeking out, his breaths warm and steady.


    She adjusted the sling with a gentle tug, her sharp eyes flicking down to him as she worked.


    "Stay still, little man," she murmured, her voice low and rough, softened by a mother''s warmth.


    "Mama''s got to get these ready before your dad drags in more trouble."


    The door creaked open, a gust of cold air sweeping in as Daniel stepped through, his boots caked with mud, a fresh cut above his left eyebrow trickling blood.


    He carried a machete, its blade dulled with use, and dropped it onto the table with a heavy thud, making the lantern flicker.


    "Damn ghoul nest," he growled, wiping his brow and smearing the blood.


    "I thought I''d be back before dark, but those bastards were dug in deep."


    Mara''s head snapped up, her gaze narrowing at the cut. "You''re bleeding again, Daniel," she said, her tone sharp but laced with worry.


    "I told you to take me along this time. You''re too stubborn for your own good."


    Daniel kicked the door shut, shaking off his jacket and hanging it on a nail by the wall.


    "Someone''s gotta stay with him," he said, nodding at Elias as he sank into a chair across from her.


    He winced, rolling his shoulder, then leaned forward, elbows on the table.


    "Besides, you''re better at this¡ª" he gestured vaguely at the bullets, "¡ªthan I am. I''d just make a mess of it."


    Mara snorted, sliding another bullet into a clip with a click. "Flattery won''t fix that cut, Dan. You''re lucky it wasn''t worse."


    She glanced at Elias, her expression softening as she brushed a finger over his tiny hand, curled against her shirt. "He''s been good tonight. Barely a peep. Do you think he knows you''re out there stirring up trouble?"


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    Daniel chuckled, the sound rough but warm, and reached across the table. "C''mere, kid. Let''s give your ma a break."


    He held out his hands, and Mara carefully lifted Elias from the sling, passing him over with a reluctant sigh.


    "Careful," she warned, her voice dropping. "He''s half-asleep. Don''t go waking him up with your loud mouth."


    "I''m not that loud," Daniel grumbled, but his tone softened as he settled Elias against his chest, one broad hand cradling the baby''s back.


    Elias stirred, his dark eyes blinking open, fixing on Daniel with a quiet intensity. "Hey there, little man," Daniel said, his voice a low rumble.


    "You keeping your ma company while I''m out there getting chewed up?"


    Elias''s tiny fist gripped Daniel''s flannel, and he let out a small coo, his gaze shifting to the rifle by the door, then back to his father. Mara watched, her hands pausing over the bullets, a faint smile tugging at her lips.


    "He''s got that look again," she said, leaning back in her chair. "Like he''s listening to every word we say."


    Daniel tilted his head, peering down at Elias, his brow furrowing slightly. "You think so?"


    He bounced him gently, the motion instinctive. "He''s six months, Mara. All he knows is you''re warm and I''m the one who smells like dirt."


    He paused, his grin fading as Elias''s stare held steady¡ªtoo steady for a baby. "But¡­ yeah. Maybe he''s taking it all in."


    Mara set the clip down, wiping her hands on her jeans, her sharp eyes flicking between her husband and son.


    "He''s sturdy, Dan," she said, her voice quieter now, almost reverent. "Hardly cries, he grips like he''s trying to hold a blade already. You think he knows what we do? What we''re up against?"


    Daniel leaned back, Elias settling against him, the baby''s eyes half-closing again. "Knows?" he echoed, shaking his head.


    "He''s a baby, not a hunter¡ªyet." He smirked, but it didn''t reach his eyes. "Though I wouldn''t put it past him. Raised on salt and iron¡ªhe''ll be one of us before we know it."


    Mara didn''t smile back. She reached for a rag, tossing it across the table. "Clean that cut before it festers," she said, her tone brisk but heavy with unspoken worry. "I''m not losing you to some ghoul''s scratch. Elias needs his pa."


    Daniel caught the rag, pressing it to his brow with a grunt. "I''m fine, Mara. Takes more than a ghoul to put me down."


    He looked at Elias, his expression softening, a rare vulnerability breaking through his gruff exterior. "He needs both of us. And I''m not going anywhere."


    The wind outside picked up, a low howl that made the salt lines shiver, but nothing crossed.


    Mara stood, stepping around the table to Daniel''s side, her hand resting on his shoulder as she looked down at Elias, who now was dozing against his father''s chest.


    "He''s our light, Dan," she whispered, her voice cracking just enough to betray the weight she carried. "In all this dark¡­ he''s what keeps me going."


    Daniel reached up, covering her hand with his, his grip firm but gentle. "Mine too," he said, his voice barely above a murmur.


    "We''ll keep him safe, Mara. Whatever it takes."


    Elias slept on, unaware of the power sleeping within him¡ªa gift from a past life on Earth, waiting to stir.


    For now, he was just their son, cradled in the fragile bond of a family forged in salt and shadow, their voices a quiet shield against the night.

 The Spider鈥檚 Secret (Summer 1989)

    Four-year-old Elias Voss crouched in the yard, he was barefoot on the dry grass.


    His dark hair was messy, sticking to his sweaty forehead.


    He wore an old hand-me-down shirt, too big for his small frame, and held a stick in his dirt-covered hands, poking at the weeds with deep focus.


    A wooden toy knife¡ªcarved by Daniel last Christmas¡ªwas tucked into his waistband, bumping against his hip as he moved.


    The sun was setting, casting golden light over the yard.


    A soft breeze rustled the bushes near the fence.


    From the open kitchen window, his mother''s voice rang out, warm but firm, cutting through the sound of the radio.


    "Elias, don''t wander too far! Supper''s almost ready!"


    "I won''t, Mama!" he called back, though he didn''t look up.


    He jabbed the stick into the dirt, frowning as a small rock rolled loose. "Gotta find the treasure," he muttered¡ªa game he''d made up about hunting for "monster gold," just like his pa always talked about.


    Then, something moved.


    A fat, hairy spider scuttled out from the weeds, its long legs twitching as it rushed toward the bush.


    Elias froze, heart pounding. "No, you don''t," he whispered.


    He dropped the stick and grabbed a smooth rock nearby, gripping it tight. With a quick, panicked swing, he slammed it down.


    A crunch. The spider was gone, now it''s just a dark smear in the dirt.


    For a moment, Elias just stared, his chest rising and falling fast.


    Then, something strange happened¡ªa warmth spread through his fingers, like dipping them in sun-warmed water. His hands tingled, the feeling creeping up his arms like a small spark inside him.


    "What¡­?" he mumbled, glancing around.


    His eyes landed on the metal bucket by the steps¡ªDaniel''s shell bucket, heavy and dented.


    Elias had never been able to lift it before. Still holding the rock, he shuffled over and grabbed the handle, pulling hard.


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    The bucket scraped an inch across the ground.


    Elias gasped, a grin spreading across his face. "I did it!" he whispered.


    He tugged again. And It moved another tiny bit¡­ then stopped. After that, the strength faded, and suddenly, it felt heavy again.


    Behind him, footsteps crunched on the dirt.


    "What''re you up to, kid?" Daniel''s deep voice broke the quiet.


    Elias jumped, letting go of the bucket and kicking the rock into the grass. He turned quickly, forcing a big, innocent grin. "Nothin'', Pa! Just¡­ playin''."


    Daniel squinted, setting his axe against the porch. "Playing, huh?"


    He looked from the bucket to Elias, his sharp hazel eyes thoughtful. "Looks like you moved it a bit. You''re getting stronger than I thought."


    Elias swallowed, his small hands balling into fists. "I¡­ I guess so."


    His stomach twisted. Pa hunted things that weren''t normal. And that feeling¡ªit wasn''t normal. He took a small step back. "Didn''t mean to."


    Daniel chuckled, ruffling Elias''s hair. "Didn''t mean to get strong? That''s a new one."


    He crouched down, meeting Elias''s gaze. "You''re a Voss, kid. Strength''s in your blood. Don''t go hiding it from me, alright?"


    Elias nodded quickly, but he didn''t meet his father''s eyes. "Yessir."


    Before Daniel could say more, Mara''s voice called from inside.


    "Daniel! Elias! Supper''s ready¡ªget in here before it gets cold!"


    The radio clicked off. The kitchen window slammed shut.


    Daniel stood, brushing off his knees, then scooped Elias up in one strong arm. "Come on, troublemaker. Let''s not keep your ma waiting. She''s meaner than any ghoul when she''s hungry."


    Elias giggled despite the knot in his chest, clinging to Daniel''s shirt as they stepped inside.


    At the table, Mara ladled stew into chipped bowls, eyeing them as they sat down. "Took you long enough. What were you two doing out there?"


    "Just playing," Daniel said lightly. "Kid''s getting strong¡ªHe moved that shell bucket a bit."


    Mara raised an eyebrow. "That old thing? He''s four, Dan, not a linebacker."


    She leaned over, brushing Elias''s hair from his face. "You okay, little man? You''re awfully quiet tonight."


    Elias nodded, staring into his bowl. "I''m okay, Mama." His voice was small.


    He took a bite of stew, but the warmth of the food wasn''t like the warmth he''d felt outside.


    That was something else. Something different. And it was his secret now.


    Mara sighed, glancing at Daniel. "He''s always quiet when you come back from a job," she muttered. "You sure you didn''t scare him with one of your stories?"


    Daniel snorted. "Didn''t say a word about the ghoul, Mara." He paused, looking at Elias again, his eyes filled with quiet concern. "You''re not scared, are you, kid?"


    Elias shook his head quickly, forcing another smile. "No, Pa."


    It was a lie.


    Mara sighed, reaching across the table to squeeze Daniel''s hand. "He''s fine," she said softly, more to herself than anyone else. "Just¡­ let him be a kid, Dan. For a little while longer."


    Daniel nodded, his gaze lingering on Elias. "Yeah," he murmured. "A little while longer."


    Outside, the sun slipped below the horizon, stretching shadows across the yard.


    The smeared spider was forgotten in the weeds.


    Elias ate in silence, keeping the memory of that strange warmth locked deep inside. A secret, just for him.


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